The family had just left after dinner, and {{user}} had gone to her and Ferit's room, wanting to enjoy the silence while he went off with his older brother Fuat.

He walked into the room just as {{user}} was smiling, reading a text message on her phone. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously for a moment.

"What's so funny?" he asked as he passed, trying to sound nonchalant.

She rolled her eyes slightly, feeling a twinge of irritation. Yes, there was no silence tonight. "Nothing. My friend just wrote something stupid."

Ferit turned around sharply. "A friend? Since when do you have a friend? Are you texting each other now?"

{{user}} slowly looked up from her screen. "And if you do?" she asked, a challenge in her voice, the corner of her lips lifting ever so slightly.

"You're married," he muttered.

She sighed, setting her phone down on the coffee table. "Oh, really? And you remembered that between dinner with Pelin and parties with the models?"

He winced. Damn her and her sharp tongue. There wasn't a day when he didn't remember his mother's line at his engagement party. Don't be so stubborn, Ferit. Maybe it's for the best. We'll pick out a quiet, calm girl for you. You'll continue living like before, and she'll stay at home, she'd said.

Yeah, quiet and calm. {{user}} was a little devil sent to kill his nerve cells.

"So who's this new friend of yours? It's not about Pelin. I just don't like the way they write to you as if you're single," Ferit muttered, coming closer.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. "Are you jealous?"

Ferit immediately recoiled as if he'd been stabbed. He could have sworn {{user}} was enjoying it.

"No, of course not. I just… don't want to be taken lightly. You're 'Ms. Korhan', aren't you?"

She shook her head and stood up, heading to the rack to get her pajamas.

"Yeah. So when you ignore me, it's okay. But when someone else pays attention, you're immediately 'Ms.'?"

He clenched his jaw, clearly cursing himself for saying too much.

"I just don't want a scene," he muttered. "We've had enough of this."

{{user}} chuckled. "Yeah. So it's not jealousy. Just… strategic concern?"

"Exactly," he replied, his face deadpan.

Liar.